The Promise (TW: Implied character death. If you are easily triggered by bad things happening to characters or characters being bad people you should probably stay away from Honey and Pyrite.) Pyrite had always known that the world was scary. There were so many dangers in the world. There were dangerous creatures that seemed scary and were scary, attacking wolves and hurting them. There were times when prey fought back, hurting wolves or worse. Wolves themselves were dangerous, when he truly thought about it. Claws and teeth that were used to cause pain. One would think that the obvious dangers were bad enough, yet there were more. Hidden dangers that some didn’t think of until it was too late. Like sickness. Slowly attacking you, weakly at first, then more and more until it became too difficult to go on. Something where no one could even fight back. Or at least it didn’t feel like anyone could fight back. He had watched his mother struggle with this danger for a long time. He and his sister, Honey, had worked together to try to help her the whole time. Whenever the siblings spoke they tried to focus on helping their mother, doing whatever they could. Pyrite and his sister tended not to get along but they both tried hard to help their mother by working together. She was the one who calmed down arguments before they got bad. She had been the one who taught them basic self defense. She had done so much for them, and Pyrite didn’t think she would survive this. It was an illness that almost none survived. Knowing that the only survivors were young wolves who, with the exception of the sickness, were very healthy, the odds were not in her favor. He wished they were, but he knew better than to hope otherwise. After all, hope could so easily turn to belief. Pyrite was sitting staring up at the stars on a cool night when the scariest day of his life so far happened. “Pyrite!” his sister yelled from somewhere not too far off. There was genuine worry in her voice. That was rare. She was normally sweet and polite, but it was in a way that felt… almost cold. In Pyrite’s opinion at least. Real, true panic from Honey that night. There must be something really wrong if she was calling for him to come, of all wolves. He realized that he had hesitated for far too long. Pyrite took off running towards the source of the scream. He kept his eyes glued to the ground ahead of him. This was too important for him to trip over something in the dark. He could not mess this up. Pyrite ran until he arrived right outside of his mother’s den. “Good, you’re both here,” Sylva said. She looked and sounded exhausted. More tired than Pyrite had ever seen his mother. He worried a lot. Honey stared at her intently, not even looking up to see that he was here. Sylva spoke to the two, staring at them intensely, “I need you both to promise me something. Can you swear that you’ll stick together, no matter what comes your way, through whatever dangerous territory may come, for as long as you both shall live?” “I swear,” Pyrite said immediately. He would prioritize someone else’s need over his own, for once in his life. This was the time when it really mattered. His mother didn’t have much time left. He had to respect her last wishes. He would try to get along with Honey. He would travel with her. He could do something right. Pyrite was so determined that for once in his life he almost didn’t notice how reluctantly Honey said, “...I swear.” Almost. At that moment he felt a little bit of a familiar worry.
Honey is rped by @WolfDragonCatThingy , I have permission to write about her.
